There are nose prints on my office window. They belong to a baby deer who dropped by this afternoon for a commune and a huddle away out of the rain. It cuddled up to the window and I went over and sat down in the chair. Cheek to muzzle with only the pane of glass between us. What a splendid life!
We had a little conversation about perhaps leaving a few of the rose shoots that it loves so much on the plants. We've had this conversation before. The little deer is very polite about listening, but thus far has not been swayed.